Ling - Ling Deep Ling

Suddenly, with a violent snap of a broken string, the void collapsed.

The entity began to play. It was a sound so complex, so impossibly fast, that Elias’s brain could barely process it. It was flight of the bumblebee played at Mach 5, layered with Bach's Chaconne, transposed into fifteen different keys simultaneously. It was beautiful. It was terrifying. "Match me," Ling Ling commanded. Ling Ling Deep Ling

Elias looked at his worn violin. "I can't. My hands... they burn." Suddenly, with a violent snap of a broken

Elias spun around. Standing before him was a figure draped in robes woven entirely from horsehair and broken violin strings. The figure held a bow made of pure light and a violin carved from a single, giant piece of flawless tiger-flame maple. The face was obscured, a shifting blur of every prodigy who had ever lived. "Ling Ling?" Elias whispered, his voice trembling. It was flight of the bumblebee played at